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Side by side with Odin/Woden these were part of a panolpy of old Nordic gods. Gods to the original travellers. Albeit in heavy steel helms amd swords. The Vikings/Norseman. North America, down to Constantinople, dear old England, the Caspian Sea, deep into Russia and Greenland to name a few
A bearded old keychain seller in Bogor Botanical Garden, Indonesia. Here is your chance to win an all expenses paid trip for two to Bali. Take the Quiz Now at http://wonderful.indonesia.travel/tripofwonders/ Thankful to Wonderful Indonesia and the Indonesian Ministry of Tourism for a great opportunity to see Indonesia. If you would like to buy a […]
There is something about the ‘Moon’ and it’s crowning splendor!! Whenever I peek out from the window it’s there!! When I go out for a walk, it’s there. It’s always there with me!! Waiting for me to step out and let my chi calm. It seems it keeps inviting me to spend some time with […]
We arrived late at our accomodation. It had been a long bumpy ride in a truly old jalopy. Some call it romantic, others called it uncomfortable. The room was basic, but we would only be there a sho…
Source: Memories of Mount Bromo
now abandoned, forgotten… a dumping ground for the secretly discarded.
Off to Cuba in 1999. Flew one day late due to engine problems. Should of seen it as a sign. Arrived in Havana and mooched around. For me it was a delight. For the locals a nightmare stuck in time. Remember one shop, a chemists, with only vinegar for sale.
Onwards and another flight. Driven out to an airport that an Estate Agent/Realtor would call ‘’well lived in.’’ There was a plane, shiny and modern. A list of names tramped out and boarded the gleam machine. I waited. Next airplane. Older but relatively new and smaller. Another list, but not for me. Then I spied a relic being towed to museum or knackers yard. No, wait a minute, it’s stopping. It stopped outside the departure lounge. Departure seemed to take on a new meaning. Everyone left was beckoned onto the relic. An ancient Antonov, probably from the 1950s love festival between Castro and the U.S.S.R.
As we approached the Wright brothers reject an engineer was tapping the nose cone with a mallet. Nervous laughter. On we climbed. The seats gently in their brackets and Russian accompanied Spanish instructions. Gunning the engine outrageously, the pilot got us airborne.
As we straightened out the cabin began to fill with smoke. The steward ran up the aisle to assure us it was harmless and from the old air conditioning system. More nervous laughter, and a large rum, please. As I sat in the window seat I decided to watch and pray. Then to my dismay a flame shot back out of the engine. A couple of people said, ooh and one person screamed. The steward tried allay our fears by stating that on these engines, ‘’it was normal.’’ He needed to try harder. Well we landed and it was time for a large rum..Return flight to Havana was at night, in a thunderstorm on the same aircraft. It was a very, very quite flight.
We’ve had socialism, communism, fascism in many hues, corporatism, capitalism, and religions by the score. Why so many fall through the net? Mental illness, addictions, abuse are all reasons that number among many. Maybe we should put aside our ‘-isms’ and simply be humane to each other.
Traditional Fine Art Landscape Photographer Olivier Du Tre is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of this landscape photography. These images are from his project ‘Deep Cuts“. To see Olivier’s portfolios click on any image. October 26, 2013. I will never forget that month or that year. That’s when Alberta’s mask fell […]